A Breastfeeding Poem

A quiet moment on a quiet day

Chubby toddler in my lap

Nestling squirming pinching fidgeting fondling

My soft nipple in his mouth

He feels my breast, my neck, my ear, my teeth and again

Warm breath beating heart tickling hair suckling tongue

Swallowing sweet “milkies”

Affirming me with each moment at the breast: I love you

I love you, little one

A pinching finger invades my shirt

He wants the other one now.

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